“Jack’d Trade: Wazz Good
Me: You have to be more specific.
JT: I like your profile.
Me: Thanks man, tell me about you?
JT: I peeped your blog. You sound like Malcolm.
JT: The Muslim nigga. Power to da ppl n shit. But wit a lil more love.
Me: Ahh. Malcolm X. Nice analysis.
JT: You cumin through or wat?
Me: It depends. On a scale of Clarence to Assata, where would you place yourself?
JT: I don’t think high-tech lynching is a real thing. Assata is the hardest Shakur–i’m not that deep yet. I’ll go with Essex.
JT: So in the interest of black men, loving black men, can I get the digits?”
Me: Thoughts on critical race studies?
JT: Crenshawe is queen. Cheryl Harris is dope. David Carbado could do well. We need Derrik Bell.
Me: Feminist or Womanist
JT: Can men be feminist?
Me: Queer, SGL, Gay, Bi, Trans, Agender, MSM, other/blend
JT: Born black, politically queer.
Me: Malcolm + Assata with a dash of Crenshawe and a springlink of bel
Me: Which school?
JT: GED + life.
Me: go the fuck ahead.
JT: You know how to cuss?
Me: Boy bye.
JT: Cum through?
Me: Na but we can share theories of blaqueerness and talk about the politics of HIV.
JT: That’s sexy, drinks?
Me: Merlot or tequila
Moral of the story: Smart shit comes in (sometimes) trade(y) packages.